Jisoo was sitting on the trunk of the bike, while her whole body pressed against the strong back of Haein, who was driving. The warm August wind fluttered her hair and a school skirt on the sides, causing peace and tranquility in the girl. The casting will start in a couple of hours, but Jisoo wasn't worried at all.
Morning scenes, which were in a special homely way, did not come out before her eyes. How Haein leaves the apartment saying that he will take her things and his bike from school. How in gratitude she decides to cook breakfast for him and how he sincerely praises her afterwards. Jisoo does not admit to him that she has ten years of cooking experience behind her back, since her mother is a complete layman in this. They behave wildly in a family way, as if they had lived together for several months. Sometimes hugging, exchanging jokes, telling previously unknown details from their lives to each other.
Jisoo was well aware that they couldn't be friends. This was evidenced by the looks of the guy, his weightless touches, his motivating words, in the sincerity of which there was no doubt. She believed him completely, because he fulfilled the promise not to touch her with titanic restraint, for which she felt a slight guilt. Coming out of the shower wrapped in his towel and accidentally getting in his eyes, she couldn't help but notice the bump protruding from his denim pants and crimson cheeks, coupled with a frustrated look. But Haein did not show his excitement to her in any way and hurried out of the apartment, muttering something about that he would be fast. And Jisoo, remembering this scene, did not stop smiling, pressing her cheek against the warm back.
"We've arrived," the guy informed her, braking near the academy building, and returning the girl to reality.
She could mentally accuse him of occupying her entire mind, in which he should not have a place now, but she could not. She liked to fill the void that ballet, studies and disappointment in people burned in her.
Leaping to the ground and removing from his chest the girl's backpack, which turned out to be surprisingly heavy, he helped her to get to feet. The academy building turned out to be of impressive size and looked like a small medieval castle. He snorted under his breath, thinking what a ballet school cliché it was, and noticed how Jisoo's hands were trembling. Haein saw her excitement and realized that she had not been here for a long time.
"Can I go with you?" he asked, not even thinking about the fact that he had a job for today. He is still waiting for a scolding from the boss for not coming to the club yesterday, warning him with a dry text message.
"They won't let you in," she smiled and was glad of this rule.
She would finally have time to rehearse and stretch her muscles before the performance, which Haein could interfere with his silent presence.
"I'll text you when I get out," she added, noticing his frustrated downcast look. It seemed like Haein needed her as much as she needed him.
"Tear them all there," he replied, stroking her hair with his palm, and helped to put the backpack on her shoulders.
"Your jacket..." she began, and was about to take it off to return it to its owner.
"You can give it back at school tomorrow," he interrupted her and bent down to her ear to whisper, "I want it to be completely saturated with your scent."
At these words, Haein, without removing the satisfied smile from his face, got on the bike and rode away. Jisoo continued to stare for a few seconds, trying to cool her flaming cheeks with cold fingers, and pressed the bomber jacket closer to her body with elbows.
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There was a buzz in the rehearsal room, but it never disturbed Jisoo. Headphones and Shostakovich helped her to abstract from potential competitors. The girl was confident in herself and her abilities. Even when she changed clothes in the women's locker room, several girls recognized her. Some smiled, wondering where she had gone, others cast an incredulous look, clearly understanding that today they would have to compete well for a place if Jisoo was among their rivals.
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Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓
FanfictionWhen two broken souls meet how many more lives must be destroyed? - You came to me only because there was no other option. You needed someone when all I needed was just you.